This is my poem.
Copyrighted.
"I cannot say a word,
Not a squeak not a sound,
Not a penny whisper nor a fatal slogan,
It’s my burden that’s not be found;
A killing smile and a lustrous voice,
You gave me hope and gave me trust,
I fell like a star down the hell pits on earth,
The burning I felt that tore me from birth;
Before my eyes I began to see,
The truth you never wish to tell for me,
The lies the tears and the fears you felt,
Something you stole away from me;
Eventually I saw not a man nor a beast,
But a lonely being that could never be,
You hope for love and hope for peace,
But never did you believed in me;
So trust me now can you not please,
Like you said you always did,
Yet never did show for me,
I trusted you to help me through,
I thought I could begin to know the real you;
I cannot say a word,
Not a squeak not a sound,
Not a penny whisper nor a fatal slogan,
It’s my burden that shouldn’t be found;
I held on tight for the love I thought I knew,
The love that seemed to help me through,
All the times good and bad,
This depression I should not have;
I thought I knew a bit about you,
Could trust you not to throw me away,
I thought a friend I had in you,
Only to discover you’d discarded me anyway."
Copyrighted.
"I cannot say a word,
Not a squeak not a sound,
Not a penny whisper nor a fatal slogan,
It’s my burden that’s not be found;
A killing smile and a lustrous voice,
You gave me hope and gave me trust,
I fell like a star down the hell pits on earth,
The burning I felt that tore me from birth;
Before my eyes I began to see,
The truth you never wish to tell for me,
The lies the tears and the fears you felt,
Something you stole away from me;
Eventually I saw not a man nor a beast,
But a lonely being that could never be,
You hope for love and hope for peace,
But never did you believed in me;
So trust me now can you not please,
Like you said you always did,
Yet never did show for me,
I trusted you to help me through,
I thought I could begin to know the real you;
I cannot say a word,
Not a squeak not a sound,
Not a penny whisper nor a fatal slogan,
It’s my burden that shouldn’t be found;
I held on tight for the love I thought I knew,
The love that seemed to help me through,
All the times good and bad,
This depression I should not have;
I thought I knew a bit about you,
Could trust you not to throw me away,
I thought a friend I had in you,
Only to discover you’d discarded me anyway."
